Lakewood High Analysis

this water to survive, and our loved ones at home worried sick wondering if we are even still alive. Then again the view a had while doing this wasn’t all that bad. Most likely a better view than what I would have originally had at the resort we were heading to.

More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.

People stared pouring into the house. It took at least 5 minutes for the house to be full of people. Half the people here were not on list, I guess the word of a party spread through out the school.

A sudden shiver ran through my body, I awoke and realize that the sudden jolt that ran through my body was at the cause of airplane turbulence. Airplane turbulence? I wonder why I was on an airplane, I looked left, I looked behind and in front, and I acknowledged everyone is within their own minds right now, dreaming of a vast array of ideas and desires. I frantically look around in the brand new airplane, with the comfort of plush cloth seats and a soft silky blanket at my feet, but either way I was still trying to decipher where I was heading and why I was here, but as I felt a sudden descent , my eyes veered toward to the tiny window as realization engulfs me; I know where I am. I witnessed the scattered city lights along a vast flat piece of land, where the energy beneath me twirled, I knew, I was home. Well, not literally home, but rather my spiritual home, which are the cities of Zapopan and Guadalajara in my beloved country of Mexico.

White, clean hallways dominated the large and elongated building. A single speck of dust would not touch the ground even if it had tried. The floors were in large tiles of bright white and as were the walls. Classrooms with desks so perfectly aligned that they seem untouched. A sense of affluence surrounding the building in all its glory. A silent, eerie aura enclosed the school, but it was clouded by the radiating light coming through the windows. Subtle breezes drifted through the enormous half glass wall windows and would chill your neck like someone has puffed their breath against your skin.

It’s a brown redstone building that has 2 stories. There’s always colorful decoration outside in the yard like now we have fall decorations. I trip over the pumpkins a lot because i forget it’s there. When i walk in Kristen ( Dr. Dad) is at the desk with a smile because they are truly happy to see me.

After the house was fully finished, my mom wanted to get me signed up for school right away. My education was important to her and she didn't want to waste any time.

The lights, the nerves, and the sound of a screaming crowd that leaves a ringing in your ear. Imagine being a callow freshman player starting on the varsity volleyball team during a state playoff game. My heart was racing, my was mind overflowing with thoughts, and my palms were drenched with sweat. However, I had to consummate the expectations that were put on me by the coaches and my fellow players. I was placed on that court for a reason, and I had to prove to everyone why they had chosen me. Nevertheless, I was the most adolescent player and had the least amount of experience, so why would they pick me? I had grown up playing volleyball for fun, but never participated in club like all of the other girls had. I had no time because I was involved in many other sports like soccer, track, and gymnastics. Coming into my freshman year I didn't know what to expect, because there were several adroit players that were older than me. Making the Junior Varsity team opened up the door for me to become a varsity player. Thus, the varsity coaches would watch the J.V. Games and scout out players that they thought were capable of being pulled up on their team. Even though I was an outside hitter on J.V., they noticed that I had exceptional defense and passing skills. As a result, the coaches asked if I would be interested in being a defensive specialist on the varsity team for the rest of the season. How could I say no to that offer? Our team was

Tonight was supposed to be a fun night…for once. Katherine was sitting at her dining room table, her phone sitting a few inches from her. She covered her eyes with her hands, trying to hold back a hot sob that threatened to erupt from her trembling form. She was a beautiful woman. Average height but with long, blonde hair that flowed all the way down to her hips. Full, ample breasts, long lashes, beckoning lips…she was the type of woman almost any man would want. So…why was she enduring this?

I open my eyes and find myself standing on an old asphalt road, lined with identical houses. Cracks run through the pavement, breaking up the faded yellow lines. Everything is faded, like an old movie. It’s almost grayscale; you can barely see the color, like the life has been drained from this place. I turn my head to the sky, trying to make sense of this strange world. But the sky isn’t the typical blue, it’s a faded blood red, small flakes of ash falling from the sky. One piece lands on my upturned forehead, crumbling on impact. I turned back to face the road, gazing down the broken road. On an impulse, I walk.

Who can stand up to this creature like this? The wolf-like creature shows its dead eyes. It had an arched back and a hole through its stomach. Its cloak was black and oily, and it has 3 blood-red eyes on both sides. And a mouth that was boney and full of sharp teeth. It's clawing like meat-hooks as it uplifted the ground. I had a large but dull sword in my hands, it was heavy but manageable. The creature charged, but luckily, I dodged and ran. The creature was gaining on me. I needed to push through the forest, but it was hard since night fell. The brush kept hitting me. I could hear the beast’s footsteps. as they approached me. Until a cliff appeared ahead of me, there was no jumping, it was too high. I had to stand my ground. I turned around and saw nothing, not a faint sound. I listened as hard as an ear could, but nothing came but a still silence. The forest trees rustle their leaves in the cool wind. “Was it called off?” I thought. I needed to use this time wisely if it comes back. But, is it really gone? Or is it waiting for me to let my guard down? I kept my fighting stance, holding my sword very tightly. “So, you’re an intuitive one, aren’t you?” I heard a deep voice growl from the bushes. The creature sauntered, growling from the brush. “You talk?” I asked. “Don’t be foolish, there are many things you don’t know about me” I held my ground. I looked at my reflection in my sword. I saw myself, a mere ten-year-old, child, fighting a creature like this. My hair was

Jamaica. A country roaring with culture and beauty, just as I had imagined. Water as clear as glass and a jungle that touched the sky. Locals singing and dancing everywhere I looked. In awe of my surroundings I stood, not knowing that the next turn I’d make would shatter the perfect image I’d built, and change my perspective completely.

My heart pounds against my chest as I take two swift strides towards the door. Before my fingers wrap around the door knob, it swings open to reveal a young woman.

Sitting in Hale library in the late afternoon on Sunday before the beginning of finals week. Everything and everyone in this intense atmosphere is quiet and peaceful. Finals has truly change the meaning of what a library is. Going from a sanctuary of knowledge engulf with silence to a Sunday market filled with vast volumes of sound. Tables and trash cans filled with food and coffee, fuel to keep the machine going are scattered all over the library. This atmosphere of silence feels like thunder. Sitting here in my own concealed world, isolated by the music in my ears. Yet, I am still drawn to observe everything that moves around me. Like a predator stalking a prey I sit there in silence, not making a sound, watching every move.

Rebecca, looked at the building in front of her and immediately felt a cold chill, with every step she kept asking herself, ‘have I made a mistake?’ The hesitant walk to the front entrance felt like an eternity, as the evening air grew dark. Refusing to turn back, she took a deep breath and geared herself up to go in.